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The bond we share, Food and I!

My jeans refuse me to take in. The belly grows along with the the cold weather out. Fats accumulate uniting against me .Inside me. A ...

My jeans refuse me to take in.

The belly grows along with the the cold weather out.

Fats accumulate uniting against me .Inside me.

A little of here, a little of there and i am out of my breath.

Like, the universe is staging up signs asking me to refrain from devouring into anything plated in front. I vow, to restrain myself from getting tempted by the food. And comes the plated scene, charming colors, the lustful smell and the tenacity of the force i build up to resist against them explodes up.

I own a peculiarity of possessing a massive sweet tooth. The cheesy meaty meals induce me to feel them and after i reckon i am done, then appear the luscious devilish chocolate cakes.

Their seduction, their rich brown appeal. Is it even possible not to get trapped?
They drag me down. I give in.

Like this, the plan of restraining gets delayed- to a never coming tomorrow.
And the bond between us grows. Deeper.